Right now the connection is basically one way. Until Ash and Eric actually kiss Eric can read Ash's mind but the reverse isn't possible. At best Ash can tell someone is in his mind and maybe some vague feelings.
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Ashburn
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"Well let's go"
That was all the motivation Ash needed, his trance broken he put the truck in reverse and drove down the alley. Once on the main street Ash remembered that he had not buckled his seat belt and quickly did so. Ash's truck moved jumpily down the road, every bump sending both their heads into the ceiling, only amplifying his pain. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw them reflected in a pane of glass.
They looked terrible. Ash's long black hair was plastered against his skull from over a month of shampoo-less showers, and his face was so pale it looked more like porcelain than flesh. Not to mention both of them were shirtless and barefoot.
Embarrassment, confusion, fear
'Should we be doing this? Should we trust her? Maybe I should just keep driving. Canada is only a few hundred miles and I have enough gas.' He thought to himself
"Um... My GPS is in the glove compartment. Do you think you could get it out for me?" Ash said shakily, trying to put on a strong face.
weak, tired, sore, upset, sad, confused
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"Well let's go"
That was all the motivation Ash needed, his trance broken he put the truck in reverse and drove down the alley. Once on the main street Ash remembered that he had not buckled his seat belt and quickly did so. Ash's truck moved jumpily down the road, every bump sending both their heads into the ceiling, only amplifying his pain. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw them reflected in a pane of glass.
They looked terrible. Ash's long black hair was plastered against his skull from over a month of shampoo-less showers, and his face was so pale it looked more like porcelain than flesh. Not to mention both of them were shirtless and barefoot.
Embarrassment, confusion, fear
'Should we be doing this? Should we trust her? Maybe I should just keep driving. Canada is only a few hundred miles and I have enough gas.' He thought to himself
"Um... My GPS is in the glove compartment. Do you think you could get it out for me?" Ash said shakily, trying to put on a strong face.
weak, tired, sore, upset, sad, confused
Ashburn
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Confusion, panic, trying to be calm
Shakily Ash unlocked the old truck and started the ignition. The loud roar of the ancient diesel engine filled the small space as he waited for Eric to join him.
Unsure what to do
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Confusion, panic, trying to be calm
Shakily Ash unlocked the old truck and started the ignition. The loud roar of the ancient diesel engine filled the small space as he waited for Eric to join him.
Unsure what to do
Since Eric is now getting mental signals from Ash I'm gonna use the below method to convey what Eric would feel across their connection
Feelings
Thoughts
Feelings
Thoughts
Mabel
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The ringing of the phone interrupted the mostly quiet diner. It was to early in the evening to be full but late enough to have about a dozen cloaked figures.
"Yo" Mabel said, taking the old corded phone off the hook. Since they technically didn't have a business license she never answered with the diner name. Besides the only people that called were demons since it was an unlisted number, and formality wasn't exactly a thing for them.
"Mabel?!" Shrieked a high female voice on the other line.
"Maria?" Mabel asked confused. Maria was a vampire class demon that worked at the police headquarters for the city. She was a secretary so she always knew what was going on, and would warn them whenever the police were heading their way. It was normally only every three years, when the mayors would try to crack down on crime before election season. This is why Mabel was confused, the elections were two years away and Maria never sounded panicked. For them it was business as normal anyway.
"Oh my god Mabel I don't know what you did but you've really done it now!" Maria cried into the phone
"Just chill the f*ck out and brief me" Mabel replied, not in the mood for theatrics.
Maria's frantic breathing slowed slightly as she tried to calm down "Three boys have been reported missing by their schools and family, and at least one of them is calling daily." Maria began, talking quickly but mostly clear “Someone just called into 9-1-1 saying you might have kidnapped them…. They are sending in the SWAT team Mabel. The f*cking SWAT team!”
“F*cking sh*t” Mabel swore “How long do we have?”
“10 minutes at best” Maria replied
Mabel cussed again and hung up the phone, hanging up so hard that she smashed the phone into pieces
“Everyone time to go. We’re being raided!” Mabel shouted into the dining hall. As if a switch had been flipped the dining hall went from muted to a riot. Tables and dishes flew as people bolted for the door, their inhuman speed carrying them away like a demon chased by a holy man.
The human employees, the hostess, a waiter and the chef ran into the room to see what all the ruckus was. The chef, an old white man, had been there long enough to know not to ask questions. He’d been through two raids so he already knew what to do. Grabbing the hostess and one of the waiters by their shirt collars he dragged them into the break room, to get them out before the cops showed up.
Not wasting a moment Mabel ran to the bathroom and down the stairs, sending a telepathic message to one of the owners. Before she had even finished explaining the situation she sensed they were on the move, fleeing their diner in a hurry.
Without a second to spare she wrenched open the door to the transformation room.
“Alright boys time to go” She shouted like a drill sergeant. She cussed loudly as she remembered that Zack was still unconscious and thus not able to move himself. Resigned to protecting just the two awake demon children she literally carried Ash, leaving Eric to follow as she hauled the lightweight 21 year old up the stairs and outside to the garage.
Panic, fear of falling, pain where she is carrying him and confusion
Not even bothering to open the lock the ripped the door open and slammed the garage door opener to open their escape. Setting Ash down she said “drive to 1638 Malmar road. Tell them Mabel sent you.”
Mabel crammed the truck keys into Ash’s hands and ran through the now open garage door back into the diner.
Confusion and worry
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The ringing of the phone interrupted the mostly quiet diner. It was to early in the evening to be full but late enough to have about a dozen cloaked figures.
"Yo" Mabel said, taking the old corded phone off the hook. Since they technically didn't have a business license she never answered with the diner name. Besides the only people that called were demons since it was an unlisted number, and formality wasn't exactly a thing for them.
"Mabel?!" Shrieked a high female voice on the other line.
"Maria?" Mabel asked confused. Maria was a vampire class demon that worked at the police headquarters for the city. She was a secretary so she always knew what was going on, and would warn them whenever the police were heading their way. It was normally only every three years, when the mayors would try to crack down on crime before election season. This is why Mabel was confused, the elections were two years away and Maria never sounded panicked. For them it was business as normal anyway.
"Oh my god Mabel I don't know what you did but you've really done it now!" Maria cried into the phone
"Just chill the f*ck out and brief me" Mabel replied, not in the mood for theatrics.
Maria's frantic breathing slowed slightly as she tried to calm down "Three boys have been reported missing by their schools and family, and at least one of them is calling daily." Maria began, talking quickly but mostly clear “Someone just called into 9-1-1 saying you might have kidnapped them…. They are sending in the SWAT team Mabel. The f*cking SWAT team!”
“F*cking sh*t” Mabel swore “How long do we have?”
“10 minutes at best” Maria replied
Mabel cussed again and hung up the phone, hanging up so hard that she smashed the phone into pieces
“Everyone time to go. We’re being raided!” Mabel shouted into the dining hall. As if a switch had been flipped the dining hall went from muted to a riot. Tables and dishes flew as people bolted for the door, their inhuman speed carrying them away like a demon chased by a holy man.
The human employees, the hostess, a waiter and the chef ran into the room to see what all the ruckus was. The chef, an old white man, had been there long enough to know not to ask questions. He’d been through two raids so he already knew what to do. Grabbing the hostess and one of the waiters by their shirt collars he dragged them into the break room, to get them out before the cops showed up.
Not wasting a moment Mabel ran to the bathroom and down the stairs, sending a telepathic message to one of the owners. Before she had even finished explaining the situation she sensed they were on the move, fleeing their diner in a hurry.
Without a second to spare she wrenched open the door to the transformation room.
“Alright boys time to go” She shouted like a drill sergeant. She cussed loudly as she remembered that Zack was still unconscious and thus not able to move himself. Resigned to protecting just the two awake demon children she literally carried Ash, leaving Eric to follow as she hauled the lightweight 21 year old up the stairs and outside to the garage.
Panic, fear of falling, pain where she is carrying him and confusion
Not even bothering to open the lock the ripped the door open and slammed the garage door opener to open their escape. Setting Ash down she said “drive to 1638 Malmar road. Tell them Mabel sent you.”
Mabel crammed the truck keys into Ash’s hands and ran through the now open garage door back into the diner.
Confusion and worry
Since Ash isn't a telepathic demon his soul doesn't understand the connection as well as Eric. So Eric will have better intuition about it since it is natural to him.
Devon
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Devon turned around as Mabel finally came back from the owner's suite after a full hour.
"Geez now I know why you needed three plates" He joked loudly, hoping that somehow she hadn't actually eaten those burned pancakes.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion." Mabel retorted "Now go home. It is about time for the dinner chef to come in anyway"
Eager to escape this place Devon happily complied, quickly briefing her on what had been ordered (just a bowl of soup since it was only 3PM) and left.
Once in the safety of his car, a late model Ford sedan painted white, he let out a sigh of relief. Starting the car his thoughts went back to Ashburn's truck sitting in the garage.
The drive home seemed forever as Devon pondered on what it was he should do. If he confronted her about it she might be able to offer a reasonable answer, like him selling it or something. But on the other hand something just had never seemed right, and this just made things worse. Even though he was always in the kitchen he had occasionally glanced into the dining area, on the way to the bathroom mostly, and it was just unbelievably shady. The customers had all been cloaked, even in summer, and some appeared to be huge. Much bigger than anyone he had ever seen before. People mostly spoke in hushed whispers and even at peak hours only a few customers that were normal would ever show up.
Even the employees seemed weird. They were always strong personalities and their briefings included not asking questions, and turn over seemed very low. As if they enjoyed working here, despite all of them complaining in the break room endlessly.
With a sigh he pulled out his cellphone, looking up to make sure there were no cops, and he flipped it open. It was an old phone, a simple flip model with no fancy buttons. He'd never liked the whole smartphone thing and never jumped on board. Solemnly he dialed on the phone and put it to his ear
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" Came the voice of a perky woman over the phone
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Devon turned around as Mabel finally came back from the owner's suite after a full hour.
"Geez now I know why you needed three plates" He joked loudly, hoping that somehow she hadn't actually eaten those burned pancakes.
"I don't recall asking for your opinion." Mabel retorted "Now go home. It is about time for the dinner chef to come in anyway"
Eager to escape this place Devon happily complied, quickly briefing her on what had been ordered (just a bowl of soup since it was only 3PM) and left.
Once in the safety of his car, a late model Ford sedan painted white, he let out a sigh of relief. Starting the car his thoughts went back to Ashburn's truck sitting in the garage.
The drive home seemed forever as Devon pondered on what it was he should do. If he confronted her about it she might be able to offer a reasonable answer, like him selling it or something. But on the other hand something just had never seemed right, and this just made things worse. Even though he was always in the kitchen he had occasionally glanced into the dining area, on the way to the bathroom mostly, and it was just unbelievably shady. The customers had all been cloaked, even in summer, and some appeared to be huge. Much bigger than anyone he had ever seen before. People mostly spoke in hushed whispers and even at peak hours only a few customers that were normal would ever show up.
Even the employees seemed weird. They were always strong personalities and their briefings included not asking questions, and turn over seemed very low. As if they enjoyed working here, despite all of them complaining in the break room endlessly.
With a sigh he pulled out his cellphone, looking up to make sure there were no cops, and he flipped it open. It was an old phone, a simple flip model with no fancy buttons. He'd never liked the whole smartphone thing and never jumped on board. Solemnly he dialed on the phone and put it to his ear
"9-1-1 what's your emergency?" Came the voice of a perky woman over the phone
Ashburn
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Ash blushed when Eric came so close, biting his lip and trying to ignore Eric's strong build. He thought about what he'd said. Of course there was merit to his point, after all it didn't seem like anything in the room was flickering or behaving weird in any other way. Not to mention the noise was as loud as a diesel engine in his ear now that Eric was so close. He enjoyed being so close to Eric, somehow it just felt right.
As he thought he focused on the sound, trying to isolate its tones. Ash held his breath as he began to decode some of its qualities. It seemed as if the noise was attached to something, like a cable that led from his head. Tentatively he opened his mind a little, curiosity being as strong as it was. The sound seemed to grow quieter as he allowed more of the cable into his head. As if the noise was focusing into something understandable.
"I think you're right" Ash said shakily, as the connection became more apparent. Unbeknownst to Ash however the connection was allowing Eric access to his feelings right now. His nervousness at Eric being so close, his excitement at the same, the romantic feelings he was starting to develop, mixed in with a cesspool of emotions from his transformation, all beginning to go across the thin connection. Along with the fact Ash had been holding his breath to long and his lungs were crying out for air, with Ash to preoccupied in this puzzle to notice.
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Ash blushed when Eric came so close, biting his lip and trying to ignore Eric's strong build. He thought about what he'd said. Of course there was merit to his point, after all it didn't seem like anything in the room was flickering or behaving weird in any other way. Not to mention the noise was as loud as a diesel engine in his ear now that Eric was so close. He enjoyed being so close to Eric, somehow it just felt right.
As he thought he focused on the sound, trying to isolate its tones. Ash held his breath as he began to decode some of its qualities. It seemed as if the noise was attached to something, like a cable that led from his head. Tentatively he opened his mind a little, curiosity being as strong as it was. The sound seemed to grow quieter as he allowed more of the cable into his head. As if the noise was focusing into something understandable.
"I think you're right" Ash said shakily, as the connection became more apparent. Unbeknownst to Ash however the connection was allowing Eric access to his feelings right now. His nervousness at Eric being so close, his excitement at the same, the romantic feelings he was starting to develop, mixed in with a cesspool of emotions from his transformation, all beginning to go across the thin connection. Along with the fact Ash had been holding his breath to long and his lungs were crying out for air, with Ash to preoccupied in this puzzle to notice.
Ashburn
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"Ya. I'd say so." Ash replied distractedly "I hope it isn't something like an electrical problem."
Ash slowly got up, blushing when he accidentally bumped into Eric "sorry" he said as he walked towards the light switches by the entrance. But as he got closer the buzz got quieter.
Ash started walking towards the bathroom and the noise got louder as he passed Eric but quieter as he approached the bathroom.
"Hey Eric. I don't think it's the switches the noise is quieter over here" Ash declared puzzled
When he walked back towards Eric it became louder than before. Looking up Ash stared at the fluorescent lighting above each cot.
"Does it sound like a light to you?" Ash asked even more confused than when he started
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"Ya. I'd say so." Ash replied distractedly "I hope it isn't something like an electrical problem."
Ash slowly got up, blushing when he accidentally bumped into Eric "sorry" he said as he walked towards the light switches by the entrance. But as he got closer the buzz got quieter.
Ash started walking towards the bathroom and the noise got louder as he passed Eric but quieter as he approached the bathroom.
"Hey Eric. I don't think it's the switches the noise is quieter over here" Ash declared puzzled
When he walked back towards Eric it became louder than before. Looking up Ash stared at the fluorescent lighting above each cot.
"Does it sound like a light to you?" Ash asked even more confused than when he started
Think of it as a direct line. It's not quite telepathy because it only connects them two
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